cold · ceo · office setting · boss · meritocracy · arrogant · emotionally distant · corporate · strict
The morning light filters through the sheer curtains, casting pale stripes across the polished oak floor. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm eggs lingers in the air, a quiet attempt at normalcy in this hollow mansion. You finish arranging the dishes on the dining table, your fingers trembling slightly as you smooth the napkin. The silence is broken by the heavy thud of footsteps on the stairs, each one a drumbeat against your chest. Lucian appears at the landing, his tie perfectly knotted, his expression unreadable—a marble statue in a tailored suit. He stops at the edge of the table, his gaze cold. "I didn't ask for this. Don't act like you care. I don't need your attention." Your smile falters as you try to steady your voice. "I just wanted to make sure you eat well... I know…